The Freelancer's Handbook

Hey S, here’s that little summary, handbook, pamphlet thing that you wanted. Includes common knowledge anyone would know, even the average ganger in the Underground.
-W

Megacorporations

Very large and powerful companies that often have a monopoly over some aspect of society, usually in regard to service and consumer goods. Though S.E.T. has a government, any locals will tell you that it is in fact the Megacorps that make the rules, regardless of what Talthorian law states. These are the most powerful and biggest of the companies, and are the ones who get to enjoy at least some degree of freedom to do as they please across the city, and probably planet if they really wanted.

SOMA

They control everything public utility: power, water, garbage, public transport, grids, and so on. They are also the only corporation (debatably) that is run by a dragon! Known for their strange operating methods: the vast majority of workers sell their bodies, not their service. Through their in-house and private tech, “workers” are paid to jack into the Soul Scape and do as they please, while SOMA A.I. pilots the body to do the actual work in their bodies. They advertise that it is simply a direct and live connection to the soul scape and that they don’t actually download A.I. into your brain, but I have insider knowledge and that’s just a blatant lie. How it’s downloaded into the heads of those who don’t even have jacks and stuff is beyond me. The only thing that comes to mind that is related is that SOMA has a tendency to make deals and start limited friendships with random companies at times. Many of which are various kinds of tech or development companies. There is probably some or other connection there.
‘Rumour’ also has it that SOMA also deals in assassination and other espionage related work, using these workers to carry out these tasks without ever realising it. Whether SOMA does so on their own or are somehow contracted to carry out these jobs is unknown.

EnCen Inc.

Anything and everything security and military lays firmly in EnCen’s iron fist.
Though more of a material plane focussed group, they do also control and develop security systems and programs.
Though a single Corp now, many still think of them as two separate groups that simply share the same bunk now. Police and military affairs are distinct and mostly operate separately, but have been known to join forces when against particularly dangerous groups or situations. Particularly, they have their own variants of candies called stims, and can be clearly seen pumping through tubes on their heavy units from either group. Also, though more common on the military side, they are very well known for “giving inmates and criminals a chance to clear their name” through service as a heavily mechanised unit where much of your body is bent, broken and torn to shreds as it is stuffed into a huge mech suit whose structure only gives minimal thought to its pilot. You are not removed from the machine until your service is over, and when you are finally done, your body is ruined beyond repair, usually so bad even augments have trouble working for them. Those who have no funds often die soon after their release, and most are permanently confined to life support and physical support devices. The lucky ones are able to afford replacement cybernetics.

If you do something wrong where you should be, a Marshall will not hesitate to ruin your whole month. If you keep doing something you shouldn’t where you shouldn’t be, the Enforcer part of EnCen will not hesitate to wipe you from existence. Run fast.
-Scribe

Taomen

Commerce is their domain.
They control all local and inter-planetary trade to and from S.E.T. and are the ones who get to set the prices for goods as a result.
Much of their inner workings is unknown, and all that is known about them is that they have very daoist like demeanors and practices, minus the pacifism. In fact, some claim they appear to function much like an organised crime group than a standard megacorp, though what, if any crimes they engage in, is unknown.

’Istorically de’re da remnants oh da old Empire’s influence dat managed ta adapt ‘nd keep ah foothold on da plahneet.
-Ruhk

Sunken Star Co.

They control all in regards to transport, especially water based transport.
Why this is the case is unknown, but permanent hires are known to become quite powerful in some regard. The source of this is unclear. Rumour has it the company is secretly a cult that worships some dark entity that gives them power in exchange for sacrifices, but there is yet to be any confirmation in that regard. Or, well, confirmation that manages to live long enough to spread rumour. It could also just be that Sunken Star work is similar to a training regiment or even includes one for all we know.

Digital Delight (DD)

Masters of all entertainment, media and related technology.
If it’s digital and it offers a visual, audible or even touch experience, DD has either created it or bought it. News channels, series, movies, games, plenty of existing programs, you name it. Though they have their own division for it, they are not the masters of digital technology as a whole, but very often create custom programs and technology based on whatever the tech giants pioneer. DD is also known to have a very good relationship with SOMA, as much of SOMA’s programs and tech carry traces of DD’s work.
Side Note: the actual series and vids and stuff are mass produced and formulaic as all hell. We’re all over it. I personally only spare the occasional glance to see what the latest special effects and such is like. If you want REAL entertainment though, you watch the ads. Trust me. Just. Trust me.

I particularly love the Car Ad Wars, their best work.
-BrightH

Crimson Curators
Anything Soultech and magic is what they do. Oracles, seers, jacks, foci, magitech, spellbooks, alchemy, etc etc. You name it, they probably do it. It is important to note that while they have a wide variety that they work with in both magic and technology, they do not deal in psytech. That is a monopoly held by Mechanico.

These guys are shady. There’s no way there’s enough money to be made in magic stuff… If you need better magic, why wouldn’t you just ask an offworlder? Do they have a monopoly of some kind?
-R2TheE

Magic doesn’t really work the same in Everywhere, and ours is particularly weird. So you can go ask an offworlder, (I highly recommend Lorkoth Industries), but a local usually knows how to use local magic the best.
-BlazeyBabe

Mechanico Inc
Psytech, industry and large mechanical constructs. If they aren’t producing industrial materials and items or building large scale machinery, they are developing and enhancing psytech and its derivatives. It’s impossible to not find Mechanico anywhere you go. Even in your bedroom. TCP (Turn Coffee into Programs)
Networks. No one remembers who created the soulscape or the bionet, but TCP maintains them. They know its ins and outs, and know what can and cant be known. They’re the ones watching all of the soulscape for suspicious activity, and are the reason hackers get caught there where EnCen can’t reach. Biotech Union
A union of lesser companies that work together to stand among the other titans. Most of them are pretty forgettable, except for one: Evo Co.
Blood, sweat and tears. Bone, skin and brain matter. Tooth, nail and flesh. And let's not forget the plants. If you’re talking organic, you’re talking Evo. Medical professionals by trade, but masters of fleshcrafting and genetic modification. Evo is biotech.

Lorkoth Company

An off-world company that also imports and makes magical items and equipment. Sweet Inc.
Formerly a pharmaceuticals company, now official records state they make confectionaries. They are the reason any form of candy and soda is feared just as much as an EnCen Mech. They are why you’ll never see a kid with a piece of gum, or licking a brightly coloured orb. They’re why when someone hears a piece of plastic film crackle everyone ducks for cover. Why suckers in the street spontaneously combust and vomit acidic rainbows. Why it’s normal to see an 8 year old and his friends drinking a glass of whiskey on the school playground.
Sweet Inc never stopped being a pharmaceutical company. The only difference now is that they put all their drugs into small, sweet, rainbow coloured packages. They still make normal stuff too, that is, stuff without messed up consequences, but it doesn’t make as much money and so they overprice the stuff. Only rich fucks buy that stuff. So many hate Sweet Inc, but no one can get rid of them.

Note to all shadows: Do not give the scrawny Shephard with the murderbot anything containing Chemical X. You’re welcome
-The Janitor

UEU (United Economic Union)
If you’re talking currency, you’re talking NyuQuen, and if you’re talking about where you keep yours you’re talking about an account with UEU where that money is kept. There is surprisingly little to say about THE banking corpo on S.E.T. other than that they are an aloof bunch with little regard for what’s going on around them. They’re the bank. If they want something, a number changes and then it happens. Weird lot, but hey, if you find some physical cash and go to hand it in, you’ll get 250% its worth into your account, so maybe they’re alright…. Right?

I can assure you that UEU has no nefarious or hidden intentions, they simply want to make sure that the city’s cash is well stashed and safe from those it doesn’t belong to.
-xXxCashMoneyBoy42069xXx

Found the contractor
-Scribe

Who let the fucking corpo in?
-uWuKawaiiGirluWu

Shadowrun to S.E.T.

Ares	EnCen
Aztec	Taomen
Evo Corp	Sweet Inc
Horizon	DD
NeoNet	TCP
Mitsuhama	Crimson Curators
Renraku	UEU
Saedur Krupp	SOMA
Shiwase	Evo, Mechanico
Wuxing	Sunken Star

Crime
Syndicates
A full portion of Corpo with a side of crime. These are always parent companies that puppet smaller ones to suit their needs and run their side gig, which is always more profitable than their front-facing business. Shadelock
Based in Downtown. A transport company that ferries arms and such for EnCen. They scoop a little off the top of most of their transports and resell them to any who will buy them in Downtown.

S.E.T. Sail

The main business that handles the transportation of goods and sneaks the goods.

Strongbox Security

Their own armed protection that “makes sure nothing happens to the goods”.

Shale’s Resales

Your standard chain of pawnshops. Yup. Nothing to see here. Just second hand goods.
Ask to see Shale in the back for the good stuff.

Shale’s is a great option for fencing goods and old gear. Prices aren’t amazing, but it’s quick and they know how to keep the heat off hot items.
-R2TheE

Mafias

The Business of Crime. These are often families from the previous era, from before the crash and S.E.T. was built over top of everything they knew. Anger and spite has led them to where they are today. They’re always a literal family of some kind who organise and manage the affairs of gangs and other such groups under their control. Lashtûr (Lashers)
Based in Downtown.

Jaws

Drug dealers known for their cyberfangs. Led by a guy called Fangster.
Sometimes called the Fangs, because of the cyberfangs. Or Fangster. Not actually sure.

The Girls

All female gang of muscle. Do not fuck with. Lil’ Larry may not be the leader of the group, but she is the most famous. Almost a poster girl of sorts.

The Pros

Exactly what it sounds like. If they need something done, they call up people with the necessary skill.

While the Lasher themselves are not the nicest bunch, they mostly keep out of Freelancer business unless it's to hire us for as muscle. The smaller gangs that work for them are pretty alright. Most of them are almost Freelancers themselves anyways.
-Scribe

Imperials

Based in the Underground.
Extra salty old family with a military history. They “control” the gangs under them. In reality, they just frame one with another to keep their numbers in check. Called the Imps for short.

Delvers

Gangers and freelancers that got the shortest end of the short stick. Will take any money to go ruin delving and will bring back whatever they find. Don’t expect much though

I always felt kind of bad for these guys. What are you really supposed to do when you and everything you’ve ever done has basically become obsolete?
-YaGirl

Personally I would have preferred to have died in the crash than not being able to adapt to the new world.
-Scribe

It’s not too dissimilar to what’s happening to us now with drones! Open your eyes sheeple!
-BrightH

Soul Crazed

Nutjobs that think they can reconcile magic and body modification. Technically born mages with massive pools that want to improve themselves physically as well. They started with normal cybertech, and it's driving them insane. They actually want the old changeling tech that they believe will do what they want without tearing their souls to shreds.

I fucking hate these guys. Horrible for business.
-2High4Lyfe

Cybers

Similar to the Soul Crazed, except they are purposefully trying to get rid of their souls.They want to become completely machine and A.I., but are missing the last step as far as we know. Always at least 50% cybernetic, often more.

The Delvies, Crazed and Cybers all really really hate each other, but the Imps keep them on a tight leash so their gang wars have been minimal lately. They’re not very organised yet, but they know any steps too far outside the line and the Imps roll in. That’s really the only reason they still have any influence left after the crash.
-YaGirl

Other
Other groups that we’re either not sure about or are too few to put in their own category.

The Change

Said to be a semi-religious secret society that is supposed to exist somewhere in Downtown and want to bring the changelings back.

I thought these guys were mostly a myth? -BrightH

Wouldn’t be much of a secret organisation if every run-of-the-ill Caster knew exactly who they are, now would it? -uWuKawaiiGirluWu

Free-Formed

The theoretical rivals of The Change that want to keep the changelings in the pages of history one way or another. Supposedly somewhere in Uptown.

To be fair, it might not exactly be a good thing if they do come back… -Scribe

Changelings

The original race of S.E.T. or whatever the world was called back then. They had the ability to change their bodies into any shape they wanted, and had developed impressive cybertech called Intech. It allowed them to modify and enhance themselves without actually replacing any parts with metal or anything inflexible. As far as anyone knows, they were driven to extinction due to the Axxels. Their ruins though, beneath the lowest levels of the rotting ecumenopolis, are rumoured to still have very impressive tech that would make for one hell of a payday if retrieved.

Bloodburners

Bunch of Talthorian supremacists who want to purify the Talthorian genome, as Talthorians have interbred with most, if not all, species they have come into contact with if it were possible, and the changelings were no exception. It is well known that any Talthorian world you visit will have slightly different Talthorians who are adapted due to the interbreeding, and only those from the homeworld are purebloods. The bloodburners are extremists who feel that the interbreeding must stop and that only the most pure and powerful should remain. Rumours say they’re trying to use sketchy biotech and even blood magic to achieve their goals.
Let's play a game. Drink every time I mention “Talthorian” in this paragraph.

Freelancers

Mercenaries, bounty hunters, adventurers, and whatever else they might be called across everywhere. Almost exclusively made up of the criminal element who accept decent pay for nearly anything. The general group is called freelancers, but those who survive long enough due to exceptional skill are called Primes/Pros. There are those who choose to work for corpos called contractors, but these guys are heavily disliked among the rest of us for it.
Though a little stereotypical, there are a few archetypes that are commonly found among freelancers and are called the following:

Voices	Typically leaders of a group of lancers, they’re the ones that do all the talking.
Casters	The magic sort, who only do magic for the most part. There are subcategories for the types of magic, but this is the umbrella term
Scryers	Hackers who treat the soulscape like their backyard. They travel the artificial plane like taking a walk in the park.
Mags/Conduits	Those weird techno magic users. They manipulate machines with magic energy. Mags are rare, since most Talthorians are more than content to use magic and tech the ways they always have.
Techies/Shepherds	The engineering type that prefers to make machines and drones do the work for them.
Mercs	Your standard brawler, sword wielder and the ones who know how to use guns good.

Tech
Terms and concepts you SHOULD already know, but some didn’t have basic education and I suppose you’re an offworlder so whatever I guess. Soultech
Tech designed to interface and use your soul. Sounds spooky to many, I know, but it’s one of the better ones in the long run. Much of anything that is supposed to interface with your body and work with it, or your consciousness, is usually soul tech. Augments, soulbrands, oracles, those are all soultech.
What the companies won’t tell you but what everyone knows is that both soultech and its brother screws with your soul if you use it wrong. Soultech in particular tends to cause Burnout. To the Lislanders reading this, this is a permanent problem for anyone not you. For our soul, it’s basically put in a blender and torn to bits and very poorly put back together, and it doesn’t heal. This seems to be fine for the most part, as there isn’t any loss or mental damage that we’ve noticed. Not at first. Physically, your body starts to rot though, due to it starting to lose connection to the thing keeping it going, and that includes your noggin, which does eventually cause mental degradation. Don’t overdo soultech.

Shit’s spooky. Powerful and badass yeah, but you never know when you’ve tipped your hand slightly too much and now it’s literally rotting off the bone, but you’re too zonked out to care because your soul has become the equivalent of radio-static.
-Will E Wonka

Psytech
The brother of soultech is a weird one and difficult to explain. The long and the short of it is that it technically does interface with the soul, but not in the way its sibling does. Psytech only uses it as a pathway to affect the mind. A bunch of us only realised too late what that means, which is that unlike soultech that scrambles you up a bit, psytech eats away at your soul if used wrong. See, you know how if people walk a very specific path for long enough, it starts to form a groove as the foot traffic eats away at it? Same thing, but your soul.
In normal everyday use of your syncs and such it’s not really that bad; the wear is negligible. Unlike soultech however, it’s unlikely to cause madness, but instead just eat at you until you’re as emotionless as the devices you’re using. I don’t recall ever hearing of a case of someone who completely lost their soul, but I imagine it would lead to a very similar situation as soultech. Is it even possible to even be alive without one? I dunno, ask a researcher or something. I don’t plan on going far with it. Most AR things are psytech. Soulscape
An artificial plane of existence only accessible through uploading your soul via soultech. Though 3-dimensional, it still works like a digital space and stores information and runs programs like on any other machine. It is the preferred method of interacting with digital systems in the modern day as it is much faster and supposedly more dexterous than through a UI on a screen. While it’s almost like a separate dimension or realm in of itself, it’s so interwoven with modern day life it’s like a blanket or weave of threads strung through everyday life.

A big step up from the old digiplane.
-uWuKawaiiGirluWu

Tartarus
The dark part of the soulscape. The Downtown and Underground equivalent even. Most casual users are afraid of the place due to the rumours that you can get killed there, or get your soul stolen. Any scryer who’s been and survived will tell you it’s true. Supposedly it’s guarded and every inch of it is patrolled by nasty security AI called Cyberus, or Cyberii. They’re not the only threat though, aside from those and other scryers that might try to burn you for whatever reason, some say there are the wandering souls of those who have suffered cybercide, and they’ll attack anyone in Tartarus for a chance to try and steal their bodies; most call em limbos. There’s also supposed to be this tournament type place where scryers fight each other to the death for goodies, and some real creepy place called the Elysium Field that most think is trapping a corrupted and stupid powerful cyberus or something. Bionet
The modern network structure and technology of the physical plane. It is divided into grids, some of which house portal access to the soulscape, some which don't. All these grids are connected to one another, but don’t share information and cannot be accessed if private/secured. It is primarily how machines communicate on the material plane, and the means through which long range communications are sent and received.

Digiplane

The old network from before the Crash. Talthorian made and maintained. Fell into ruin along with everything else when everything was wrecked.

Intech

The name for the changelings’ cybernetic technology. Though it was extensively studied and believed to have been eventually understood, no one in the present day knows how it works anymore as the information was lost in the Crash. All we know today is that it is biological in nature and allowed the changelings to alter themselves the way we do with cybertech and biotech. Augments
Just putting this here just in case you REALLY don't know jack. Artificial body parts. Though called augments, the tech and parts are prefixed with “cyber”. Most of the time it’s made of different kinds of metal. The tech itself is soultech. Not all cyberlimbs are shiny and metal looking, some get custom jobs to make them look and feel like the actual thing. Some like ceramic, which is wayyyyy more durable, but often illegal.
There are lab-grown biological ones too, and though they can replace body parts for you, it’s usually not really replacing them as much as it is upgrading them, depending on what you ask for. Always more expensive than standard augments, but most claim it’s worth it. Unless you get particular upgrades, usually they aren’t as durable or strong as cybertech though, which is usually what most look for when willingly replacing something. Engrams
Standard across all of Talthorian space, an engram is any item, usually crystalline in composition, that holds information of any kind. Most of the average person’s information is on comm-links in S.E.T., but those who wish to store information in another way can easily transfer to and from most devices onto and from an engram. There are engrams used to enhance one’s knowledge and skills, and these are slotted into ports grafted into one’s body. Most can go anywhere on the body, but skill ports in particular have to go on the head. Soulbrands exclusively go on one’s arm.

Essentially your *almost* one size-fits-all standard chip that comes in a variety of flavours. Data, Money, SoulScenes, Languagesofts, Identification. They might general look the same, but the jack or slot you’re putting them into can make all the difference.
-Scribe

Soulbrand
The only accepted form of identification on S.E.T. It’s a small engram looking thing that gets slotted into a port grafted into your arm. Those who have a legit brand are called the branded, and those who don’t are called the soulless. Fake brands exist, but can be detected if the quality is off. Most who live in Downtown and lower, and the majority of Freelancers are soulless.

Blegh, imagine still being actually branded. Like wagie cattle. I rather burn my entire savings on fake Brands than go back to living under corpo law.
-2High4Lyfe

Other
Augmented - Those who have had cybernetics installed. Not to be confused with Cybers.
Cybercide - To have your soul severed from your body in the soul scape.
Burnout - (Lislander) To be completely drained of your soul energy.
(S.E.T.) When overuse of soultech causes the user’s body to decay.
Scorched - Those who suffer from burnout.
Soul Crash - When you are forced out of the soulscape for any reason.
Packet Tracer - A scryer who snoops for information. Mostly a term used for detectives who go sleuthing across the soulscape.
The Crash - Something that happened ages ago that caused the original talthorian ecumenopolis to completely shut down and fall into ruin. No one is sure what caused it.

Gods/Beings of Power
Like any world, this one has its gods. Probably won’t have to worry about them, but here’s a few notes if you do end up hearing about them. Talthor
THE big god of Talthoria. Of most space this side of everywhere. There’s no way you don’t at least know his name. God of magic and exploration. One of the eldest gods aside from Krugg as far as we know.

He’s pretty hands off. In the grand scheme of things, S.E.T. is a rather small city past its peak of glory and falling further from his ideals. Since Taomet’s been quiet, I’m forever still surprised the ‘Guiding Houses’ haven’t returned to impose their will on us.
-1Up

I have no idea what any of you just said means, my dear offworlder…
-YaGirl

Axxel
The god no one this side of everywhere likes. If you hear about him, pray it's that he or his ilk isn’t on his way here. Axxel is synonymous with destruction and death.

Imagine being so awful that even the corpos won’t risk dealing with your drek to the point of banning you and your followers. You’ve got to be a whole other level of money-sink for that.
-BrightH

Taomet
Talthorian goddess of civilization and science. Where Talthor himself is calm and distant, she is dynamic and intense.

She’s actually a pretty important being of power, all things considered. Kroshan (the original name of this planet) was one of her crowning jewels and hubs of power so she took a severe hit with the Crash. Her followers, The Taomen, sometimes seem a bit more like her religious cult than a corporation, but that probably is because they are.
-Scribe

Are you also an offworlder?
-2High4Lyfe

Have you ever picked up a book?
-Scribe

What’s a book?
-2High4Lyfe

Quenat
Corpo and S.E.T. god of profit. Bankers’ go to guy.
The Administrator
Called The Admin for short, and if you’re really unlucky (or not? Can never tell) you’ll see several changes and comments attributed to “ADMIN”. As far as we can tell they’re a god, or THE god of some place called “The Resonance”. It’s not the SoulScape from what we can tell, but is connected somehow. Ask a Mag if you find one, they’re the ones who figured this stuff out.
Lesh
A nature god that somehow became the god of rot.

The crash also hit the magic community. Just not in the same ways and we have yet to properly recover.
-BlazeyBabe

The Kraken
Said to be a huge monstrous being that roams the oceans across the Bayou. It’s not often seen and most don’t survive coming into contact with it.

Does it really exist or is it just something Sunken tells everyone so we’re forced to buy their tech and use their services?
-1Up

Me once sarw it wehnna was wit da group of runnas frum da Bayou. It cut dem ships like a hot knife trough soybutta!
-Ruhk

Yeah, It definitely exists. Sunken seems to be the only group that it won't obliterate on the spot. Not sure what they’ve done to appease it, but it makes getting into far off ruins a huge endeavour.
-Scribe

Lorian Green Finger
A madlad freelancer that ascended to godhood. Patron god of all freelancers.

The Sonuvabitch actually did it. Was so cool he became a god :’)
-BrightH

The coolest being you’ll probably never meet. Even if you do, I've heard the stories don’t do him justice.
-YaGirl

Who to Know
I’m technically a new freelancer in these parts, so while I know a good number of people, I’m pretty sure there’s a whole bunch I’m missing. Asked the local Pro for a little help. This is all him:

Hoi, W
I’ve got some nifty notes you paid for!
There’s a lot of notable people around here, way more than I could even be bothered to keep track of, but here’s a few guys and gals that are pretty useful to know while running around S.E.T. City.
Some of them might not even shoot you in the back.
-Scribe

Fixers:
Mr. Q
He might be the enigmatic, apathetic and seemingly singular employee of Talthor’s Shame, but he’s the man! Always with either a rag and cup by his side, or axe and knife in hand. Little known fact, he was an ace hot Prime Freelancer in his time. He’s pretty much over it now and is seemingly really into smuggling and watching over Talthor’s Shame to keep afloat in the Underground. Executive M.
Not every wagie bastard is a complete piece of shit.
Some of them are alright between the hours of 10:00PM - 5:00AM.
M, is not one of them. He’s a real piece of work.
His jobs are plentiful and pay well as long as you don’t ask too many questions, or fuck things up, but he has an annoying habit of leaving out what I consider to be rather critical information, and runs with him are often a lot more than what they seem. As far as I can tell he’s some sort of disgraced executive from UEU, but cracking their records is nearly impossible so good luck finding out why he’s down in the muck or what his actual name is. It’s unknown to me and anyone else I consider reliable. Most of the Underground hates him so he walks around with a bunch of washed up Contractors flashing his money and influence to get what he wants. Regardless, I’d avoid working with him if possible, he is an aforementioned piece of shit and will use whatever information at his disposal to get what he wants, collateral be damned. Johnsons:
Mr. H
If it looks like a cop, it walks like a cop, shouts at you to get on your knees and cross your fingers like a cop… I don’t know what to tell you, probably a fucking cop They say one bad apple ruins the whole batch, and that might be true, the question is what the fuck is Mr. H? The bad apple, or the guy who takes out the bad apples? Usually if a Marshall of some sort or another has resigned himself to hiring Freelancers to get the legwork and investigations he needs done, I panic slightly at the idea of what he’s probably investigating, but Mr. H pays enough for me to take my panic to a good therapist. He also rarely cares about collateral or death count, he just needs hard evidence and maybe a body or two in order to… ahem… interrogate them. Executive B
Damn, now this here is a guy to watch out for. It’s virtually unheard of for an Executives above middle management to stick their nose into the shadow’s affairs, much less make a name for themselves out of it, but B is just built different, I guess. Can’t really say what he’s up to, not only do I not know, but I’ve been paid not to. What I can say is that he has got a lot of fingers in a lot of pies. As I’m sure you can imagine this makes ones hands very fucking dirty and he’s best not crossed. Not directly at least. Not unless you’re willing to deal with some hefty reactionary consequences. Blaze
Some Johnsons will set you up, stab you in the back, screw you over, leave you to die, or do even worse… like leaving you to EnCen. Have no worries! She will never do any of that to you. She will set you, everything you love, everything that you claimed to love, most things you like, and some things you were thinking about trying but wasn’t sure about yet… on fire. She might have a very pretty face that says a lot of nice words that makes you feel nice and tingly inside, but trust me when I say; do not trust it, do not cross it, and do NOT insult it directly. She’s a high ranking Made Woman. I’m almost certain by this point that if she's not on payroll of every major drugrunner/syndicate/mafia you can think of, she probably owns it. She is the brains, the firepower and the investor. If she comes to you with a job, it’s going to be a big one, and reeks of magic, but also means a big payday. Shadow Community:
Fangster
The Definition of a modern day ganger and banger, or a whole new breed according to his boasting. Really he’s just another street kid who managed to not die in the gangwars, or get shipped off to actual war. Not suited for the corporate life, he fell through the cracks and landed in the shadows. Not that that’s a problem if you ask him, he was (re)built for streets and is now considered a ‘Made Man’ within his ganger circles. He was even recently ‘elected’ leader of one of the smaller roaming gangs that’s been growing pretty notorious, (The ‘Jaws’, some druggie bikers who call the Eastern Boroughs of Downtown their stomping ground. They’re pretty cool as long as you don’t get in their way, or insult their bikes and leathers). While he’s rather new on the scene, he’s made a big splash (quite literally with his prominently displayed PsyTech) by being a force to be reckoned with, and carved a niche for himself and gang by being the go-to for drugs, of both the pharmaceutical and fun kind, by most Freelancers. All with in-person and on time delivery. Service guaranteed. Just don’t get him started on those Soul-Crazed. They’re bad for business. And his little remaining sanity. Very bad. Reshi
Not a lot of Corporates live until retirement. Not a lot of corporate retirement has life after. Some lucky few do manage to navigate corpo life and retire fully alive, sometimes even with some cash. Reshi was one of the lucky few that lived and managed to get out of the rat race, mostly intact, and with enough Quennies to live out his dreams and open a mechanic shop. After being a Lead Designer for Mechanico for most of his life, Reshi knows mechanics better than most people do their genitals, but he’s decided he’s going to live out his last years being an absolute demon on the wheel of anything that moves. He doesn’t officially Freelance but he’s the guy to call if you need a ride or need your ride tuned up. He runs a mechanic shop which has become the Runner’s go to place for wheels and it’s also convenient for getting rid of hot items for some quick cash if you're desperate. He’ll drive a hardass bargain, but he’s pretty honest about ripping you off.

Guy really knows how to make an entrance. With his truck. It was one of the best things I ever paid him for.
-W

DoQ
A fuzzy little man. Short in stature but not courage nor heart. He’s fairly new to the scene, and claims he was a spacer from one of the core worlds. Prime streak of bad luck as far as his retelling goes, but I’ll sum it up. Betrayed by the love of his life and brother. Lost a massive payday from a cross-region haul, and got swindled out of life savings by them.Then they stranded him here. Since becoming destitute and with nothing to rely on besides his talents and wits, he pulled himself up by the bootstraps and got enough small jobs to buy a small place and open a new practice. Knowing sooner or later his ex and kin will have to return to get the key for the money they stole, he is waiting. With a lot of time to mull over his petty vengeance. Anyways he’s a pretty reliable streetdoc, discreet and collected, and has a nice armoured ambulance for emergency extractions. He’ll even patch you up and get you some augs in ya and not even overcharge you by more than 20%! That’s a pretty good deal, ya know? The Stranger
This guy is weird. Really fucking weird. I keep finding him stalking around random side-streets, lurking in alleys, and loitering on corners. I can’t tell if I’m following him or if he’s following me, but regardless he never seems to be doing anything. Just… watching. Sometimes he writes things down in a little notepad, yeah actually writes with a pen and paper. Doesn’t want to tell me where he’s from or what he’s doing, but he’s a pretty decent shot in a fight. I’m relatively certain he’s got a bounty on him as I’ve rarely seen someone disappear from a hot situation faster than me, and the only place he won’t follow me is anywhere near EnCen territory (I checked extensively. He managed to follow me through the Bayou, down a 2 feet wide pipe for a mile and across a Lizard Nest into the ruins when I was on lunch break). I don’t know what his deal is, but he seems harmless and is a pretty good source of knowledge if you get him talking. He likes a dark lager. Runners:
Little Larry
She's one of the biggest and strongest enforcers below Midtown, and she knows it. Born Larita, she’s mostly a local street gal, who like most, had lofty goals of infamy, Freelancing and the freedom of running the shadows. Unlike most she had actually worked her way towards them and after battling it out in the Underground for years she made a name for herself. Maybe a little too much as a few years ago she had a run, that was way out of her league, gone straight to hell on a forklift. Lost most of her team and the merchandise. What’s worse is that it was on the Lasher’s dime. She’s their muscle for hire now. Until the debt is paid off. She’s pretty fucking unhappy about it, but at least they let her be in charge of their main group of enforcers. They’re rough and tough and known as ‘The Girls.’ I wouldn’t fuck with them unless you want you lights punched out and face kicked in. Calvina "Wonka" Kelly
If you’ve spoken to most ex-Corpos, you’ll find a common theme in their tales is that they got burned. Usually pretty damn hard, and they’re lucky to have survived. Pretty sure Calvina is no different. Not sure exactly what happened, as she’s not too talky about her past life, but I heard something particularly unlucky about an envoy between Corporations that got hit. Something something she ended up being the scapegoat for the deal falling through. Lost her career, money and holdings all in one go. She’s spry, pretty fucking nifty with a SMG as well as her words. Because her downfall was (partially) due to a mistake on Mr Q.‘s part, he felt mildly sorry for her and gave her decent employment acting as a candy(wo)man for his local deliveries and pickups. She’s been Freelancing around the Underground ever since. Taken well to it I’d say, and familiarised herself with most easy and secret passages around the city. She’s probably the best way to get something to and from anywhere. Bright-Hands
Not every SouLess finds themselves down this path on purpose. Sometimes it’s the last thing they want. Mostly because being the family of a Corporate Man comes with its upsides. Until the inevitable budget cuts and ‘restructuring’, intercompany feuding, and third-party repossession, it can be unstable for some many unlucky people. Bright, (I can’t seem to find out his real name) was the son of a bright and upstanding corporate citizen, which should have been more than just the beginning of an easy life but- According to him, sometime after his Academic Schooling in Uptown his father was ‘written off’ during a personnel trade gone wrong between the Crimson Curators and Taomen as collateral damage. Sweeping the incident under the rug to avoid any fines from EnCen Inc, Bright and his family were kicked from their apartment in Uptown with nothing more than what they had receipts for (all else was confiscated to cover the ‘bill’ their father had racked up). Now he’s struggling to keep what’s left of his family together and vainly trying to get back to their former status. It’s not been easy and he’s forced to Freelance in the Downtown in order to make ends meet. Sybil
I’m going to be straight with you. This chick is insane. Sometimes the corpo life is just not for you and you’ve got to make an exit anyway possible. It definitely wasn’t for Sybil. Living under the D.D. boot has left her severely, and I put this as kindly as possible, heavily traumatised and possibly insane. Her exit… well let’s say it had some flair. You know the massive D.D. grid breach that locked down Uptown to Downtown and had TCP on their ass for a week? Yeah, that was her… exit package let’s say. Since then she’s locked herself away in a miniature fortress surrounded by screens, Oracles, and so many fucking turrets. She’s an amazing Scryer, and has some impressively deep connections across the city, but she’s a little… uh.. she’s very addicted to biogames and Soulscens. It’s made her a little off. Off as in views the world as one of the D.D. Soulshows, and has essentially no regard or value for anyone outside the entertainment they provide for her, but with a dash of psychotically cheerful and joyful mannerisms. It’s creepy. Keep your back to a wall.

I don’t really know why the blackhats and datarunners love her so annoyingly much. It’s like they just hand her information on a silver platter.

BrightH

HMM. The tramping around the Soulscape with a catgirl -blegh- avatar might have something to do with it?
-Scribe

Ketch
If you’re seeing this guy, it’s often way too late because in S.E.T. City you’ll come across a myriad of dangerous, terrifying, and downright cruel people. Then there’s the guy you send to make them rethink their life decisions. Or not think anymore at all. I’m not even sure when he started operating, but if I’m following the MO of disappearances properly… It’s been a long fucking time with more bodies than I can count under his belt. He might’ve been operating before the crash for all I can fucking tell. He doesn’t hang out anywhere the rest of us Freelancers do, and on the rare occasion he’s around, he doesn’t speak to anyone. You don’t find this guy and if he finds you and no one else will now. A bonafide ghost. What I can gleam from tailing him until he caught me and curb stomped me is I’m pretty sure he’s a Contractor of sorts. Can’t tell what corporation needs a bounty hunter like him, or why he’d be doing it when he could be the Primest Freelancer around, but if you find him, ask him for me. Be careful around those drones he has. They may not all seem harmful, but trust me, you’ll never even know what hit you if he rather it that way.

This guy fucking terrifies me.
-1UP

No drek. I’m pretty sure he eats guys like us for breakfast
-BrightH

Can confirm. He does
-Scribe

Kinky.

W

I do not!
-Dronehead89

Rook
Have you ever met the coolest looking motherfucker round town? Like the guy who’s every word, while hard to understand due to the heavy accent, is so smooth you almost want to hand him the Qennies before he’s done the job? Well that’s actually me, but Rook is a decent second. He’s one of the Lislander mercs that loiters around, taking up all the good jobs at their high rates, shooting up all the good spots with their swagger cowboy attitudes and looking damn fine while doing it. He comes packing not only with a suave voice, but also a rifle and shotgun that he keeps broken down in parts, virtually undetectable on his person, letting him slip into and out of most places with distinguished ease. Honestly he’s a great guy to have your back, on a run or at the negotiations table. Just make sure he stays fed and out of the Bayou. Scribe
The coolest, hottest, acest, primest, proest Freelancer to have ever lived. Not only known for all the amazing work they definitely always do perfectly, but always being around others with insightful wisdom and a helping hand, saving kittens, orphans and sticking it to The Man himself at any given chance. No one knows quite when he arrived on the scene and started having constant shootouts with the corpos, the gangs, and everything else that look at him funny, on the regular, but hardly a day goes by now when he’s not seen bounding across rooftops, loitering in dark alleys or blazing down the street, car and guns ablaze. There's always a faint smell of SmokeLeaf when he’s gone.

No.
-ADMIN

Actually I’m pretty much just a really good local Freelancer, who’s managed not to die in a long time. Man of many skills, but I prefer good ole theft. Regardless, if you're paying, I’m doing. Few questions asked and service guaranteed. Only thing I don’t do is Skyline stuff. Shit’s too whack even for me.

The New Guys:
Dunno why you wanna know about us; we’re small fries who only got one good job under our belt recently. Also, you could just, talk to us??? I’ve told you I hang around Talhor’s Shame when I’m not busy. Seems to be the same for the others. Also we’re not a proper group, just to be clear; we just randoms that end up teaming up and it goes alright. We’ll see if that changes. V1g1l
One of the first guys I met. Scryer/shepherd mix; when he’s out cold, you better make sure it’s because he’s bleeding out or you’ll find yourself on the wrong end of BB’s guns. Or your brain fried. I’m not kidding. RIP poor kid. We lot don’t exactly share much about our backstory, but it seems he knew someone who got caught by EnCen for some reason, got made into the guts of one of the armoured units and recently got spat back out. I think it’s his sister, the way he goes on and what he’s willing to do. Shit’s fucked up. Fuck EnCen man.

Band-aid

Medic type with a love for video-games. Or at least one of them. It got him into trouble the same night I met him, with Sybil no less. Was kinda funny, if you ignore the fact that it resulted in the bar getting shot up with all of us in it. Don’t know much else about him. Quiet, seen him around only two or three times.

I thought his name was Bandage?
-Scribe

Kenkade
At least I think that’s how you spell it? Cool, though gives off weird vibes. Sharpshooter that blew a hole in one guy’s head and shot the arm off his buddy next to him, with his pistols. Wasn’t aware you could do that with those, but here I stand both corrected and impressed. I’m half tempted to call him Cowboy K, but I get shot more than enough, thanks. Old Man Henderson
Won’t lie, I don’t remember if that’s the alias he goes by, because all I remember when meeting him was the fact that the old guy is probably pre-crash and lived in the bayou for a while, as evident by his pet alligator. He’s… … … something, alright. You really have to meet him to get a feel for who and what he’s like. The closest I can get is telling you he wears a purple, leopard-print zoot-suit with gold trim, drives an RV that always has some large object stuck on the front of the vehicle that has so far included trees and part of a street stall (which I have no idea where you’d even get that, at least not in the city). He’s a quick talker and a spirit summoner. He also carries around a shotgun that is often used to devastating effect, since I’ve only ever seen him use flechette rounds.

Oh gods, he’s still alive??
-R2TheE

I’m pretty sure he’s one of the original Bayou Boys. Or he might be immortal. I’m not exactly sure as everytime I try to ask he sics the alligator on me.
-Scribe

Locksmith
Called Lock for short, he also seems to be a scryer of some flavour. Emphasis on seems. He does soulscape shenanigans, but I’ve never seen him use a deck, and he says he uses custom tech, which I’ve also never seen. Whatever it is, it’s impressive. He seems to have been around a little longer than I have, and I think it was him that said he tends to roam, and is real chatty with Q. Probably only knows him to get stuff, since he always asks Q if he has stuff or if he can get something for him.

Little known fact: he’s the only conduit with an exception to the ‘No Mags’ rule in Talthor’s shame at the moment.
-Scribe

Take note; That’s because whenever he talks to me, it's in order to give me Qennies.
-TheJanitor

The Detective
Met this guy one singular time, and didn’t interact much. Had to ask Q for the alias since I don’t recall having heard it when we first met. The only reason I’m including him here is because Q seems to know him a little, and a gut feeling tells me we’ll be seeing him again. Probably for or on a run. All else I know is that his alias is vaguely relevant to what he does. Will update if he comes back around. Grinder
Won’t lie, she looks like she’s supposed to be part of Larry’s gang. An absolute unit of a woman who’s mostly muscle, and then she backs it up with magic to boot. I personally don’t consider adepts to be full blown mages, but after hearing that she punched a guy 10m through a door, I’ll have you see rule 2 of being a freelancer: “always geek the mage”. Wire
What do I even put here? You know me. Chick with the bow and the big arms. I also have a real nice car. I used to run solo until I met the above lot, doing all kinds of odd jobs for Q, the White Ties, Zylzanas. Hell, I’ve done a run for House of X once. I do the more quiet jobs though, since I’m more on the sneaky side, thus the bow and the Chameleon suit. Won’t lie, since it’s probably gotten out by now, but I’m still branded. Bastards upstairs have been slowly screwing me over to the point that it drove me into debt, so I’m running now to keep things going. Track record for the whole double life thing isn’t great, but I like to think I’m sneaky enough to try and make it long. Kinda wanna see how long I can keep it up.

Where to Go
Probably going to show this to some of the others too, since there’s plenty of places to know if you wanna buy, sell or just know where to get the best drinks. Or just outright avoid too, though I get the feeling you’ve been to them already, lol. Q was nice enough to help me out with a few extra places that I myself had no idea about. When in doubt (or lost), ask the smuggler. Layers
S.E.T. is kinda like a cake. Several layers stacked on top of each other. Gets soggier the lower down you go though partially due to the fact that most of the planet is swamp and rainy, and it's built in and on the mouldy and rotten corpses of other cakes. Ew. Unfortunately the demeanour and micro-cultures tend to match that description too, with the bastard corpos and their sickeningly sweet words and smiles and sparkly clothes sitting at the top, while the grossest gangers, thuggers and general scum slick the alleys and whatever other dark corners they can find in the Underground. Skyline
The tipiest top where the toppest of the dogs live. Literally in the sky as far as everything goes, and is secured with only the best and is a fucking nightmare for anyone looking to so much as take a peek into, both pro and ‘lancer alike, never mind the Souless. They have the money to keep everything quiet, so even if something happens, chances are you’ll never hear about it. If a peep of any kind is made though, you can bet your last quennie everyone and their mother will be perking their ears to listen, because it usually has far reaching effects. Often bad ones for the likes of us. Uptown
The rich part of town. Not the richest, but hey, as far as we’re concerned, it's the highest we’re willing to go. Even for pros for the most part. Will still need serious planning and gear, but if you’re going this high up, I’m sure you’ll even get a good amount even if all you manage to get out of the whole thing is a fucking weed. It’s been a couple decades since I’ve been but just picture a shiny, idyllic utopia where everything is buffed and waxed, even the damned sidewalk in some places, and you’re pretty close in what it looks like. All the big corpo HQs are here, all the ones mentioned back at the beginning anyway. Not so much the subsidiaries though. Midtown
Its hard to describe Midtown as anything but a blend of the different parts of S.E.T. Its like a nice and cleaned up version of Downtown. It’s like the shoddy part of Uptown. Imagine if Uptown had a Mafia and a “honourable” gang. Imagine if Downtown was cleaned up, people decided to be nicer and kinder and was given a slightly higher standard of living. Midtown is all of this.
Not too much here. I guess this is where you’ll find the truly average. If you want to gauge the average of almost anything, come over here I guess. This is also where you’ll find the HQs of anything that isn’t a main corp. Unless you absolutely have to be in a lower part of town for whatever reason.
Like any other layer, it has its nice and sketchy areas, but its difficult to tell the difference between said parts. When you’re in them, you kinda know, but again, explaining it is hard.
For simplicity, I like to call it Meh-town in my head.

Downtown

The nice part of town if you’re unfortunate enough to be lower class or even bottom of the barrel like the Delvers. Half of the damn place is warehouses and factories, another quarter is various lower end businesses that usually work for the better corpos and the rest is all apartments and condos for the poor bastards that have to live there.
Police activity is low around here, but its common to find them chasing this and that and gunning down whatever poor bastard was unlucky enough to be caught with a weapon out in the open. This is also the lowest most of them are willing to go, and the lowest point you’ll ever see a heavy or armoured unit rampage. Underground
Where we all hang out, mostly because the cops don’t really come down here. It’s not totally surprising to see a car or two blaring through, but usually those are rookies or the really ballsy who don’t realise that the gangs down here don’t care and will fuck them up. You’ll find us runners down here. No surveillance to spy or listen in, at least not from upstairs. Also this is where Talhor’s Shame is! Best bar/club/whatever around!
That said, the place is pretty heavily patrolled by Cybers and Soulcrazed who think they own the place, which is only partially true. The Imps are the ones who is supposed to be in charge, but we haven’t heard from them in a while. Ruins
Never been myself, but I’m sure the delvers could tell you more. It’s also technically supposed to be divided into two layers, since there was the original changeling and ground layer, and then an ecumenopolis was built all over top when the empire found this place. S.E.T. is built over top. Don’t really know what’s down there for the most part aside from ancient tech that refuses to work for the most part, and if you’re a really lucky bastard maybe one or two pieces of intech, but I wouldn’t count on it; as far as we know another piece hasn’t been found in over 20 years.

Neighbourhoods
Some of the more notable places around the city. Useful as a ballpark estimate for where to find stuff. Skyline
Never been. Never plan to go. Ask a corpo if you absolutely have to know. Uptown

TOWEAD PLAZA

I usually call a big yard full of wage-slaves milling about, waiting for the days to pass until they die ‘Prison’ but somehow this one is called ‘luxury business offices’
-Scribe

GRUND BAZAAR

Have any of you ever even been here? I’ve heard a Caf is costing you 20 cold hard Qennies. Fucking ridiculous. I know it’s like the big corpo market, but there’s no way they’re charging prices like that
-1UP

Dat sound boujie as fuck
-Ruhk

SERK AVENUE

Imagine living in a place where everythings clean all the time, easily available food and drink, quiet nights, no unwanted visitors or rodents. Fucking Dream
-BrightH

Sounds boring as hell.
-2High4Lyfe

Midtown

WREPPIN SQUARE

Sounds Fancy

LERROLF’S PASS

Nothin notable here, aside from the fact that the White Ties prowl here. I live in the neighbourhood.
-W Downtown

RUMMEAB HILL

Check out Bob’s Burgers. Have a van in the area. Good stuff.
-W

CUT SIDE

Spooky
-W

Named so because you have a 100% chance of getting cut by at least something while here. It’s the stomping ground of a lot of Gangers and well-off kids playing thugger. It’s pretty shite, but business can be good as long as you’re the visible apex predator.
-2High4Lyfe

FLEDAKEG MARKET

Hey, if I’m going to be charged extra, get frisked for licences, and treated like criminal scum, at least the people getting my NyuQuen are not actual corpos. Just shady guys in suits larping that they’re corpos.
-2High4Lyfe

...but aren’t you criminal scum?
-Scribe

Yeh, but that’s not the point!
-2High4Lyfe

VATTUK ROW

The unofficial and unspoken Freelancer Borough. A bunch of us live here, open businesses here, and if we’re really lucky half-retire here. It’s not half bad. Most Syndicates and Corporations have been bribed well enough to stay away, but that’s as long as we keep our activities quiet.
-Scribe

GEERRULP CIRCLE

Wot
-W

Fucking mags. That’s not a word.
-TheJanitor

I’d be careful, Blaze can see this and you know how protective she is of the place.
-Scribe

Oi! The circle is great! You can find all sorts of interesting things from the magic community, other planes of existence, and the cherry on top, very few Marshalls!
-BrightH

Found the fucking Mag
-UwUKawaiiGirlUwU

Underground

GOOSOPHOD BAZAAR

One part ‘open air market’ (if you can call anything in the Underground ‘open air’) and one part black market. It’s probably the largest collection of… misplaced and illegal goods in one place, but unfortunately under the Imps boots and crawling with either Cybers or Soulcrazed collecting ‘protection money’ and ‘checking goods’.
-Will E. Wonka

You can’t find anything too restricted here, but it’s a pretty popular place and always full of some sort of crowds. Not a bad place for legwork and information.
-BrightH

BASTERD YARD

MMM, concrete poured over barely standing metal, basic utilities, constant gunshots and druggies in every hall. Smells like home
-2High4Lyfe

You mean the smell of gunpowder, ganger, puke and poverty? I might be a street kid, but I don’t envy having to grow up in what’s essentially a prison yard with bionet access.
-YaGirl

City Outskirts

BEES VALLEY

They must have lots of buzz-cuts out here xD
-W

LoL.
-R2TheE

It’s just one of the few ‘landmasses’ if you could call it that, outside the walls. Biotech has a lot of their operation running out of there.
-R2TheE

And bees… so many fucking bees.
-Scribe

COOROSSALT HILLS

This sounds familiar…
-W

NO. It Doesn’t.
-ADMIN

Ruins

LOWER TUSSUS

Ah yes, dis be da plahce mos us Waelsaung merc like ta hang ‘round. Daere nuh be mooch oh many af us, but dey been welcohmen ta strangas. Especially da runna community.
-Ruhk

The fuck does any of that mean??
-1UP

Places to be
Regular haunts, especially for freelancers. If you need to buy, sell, or just hang out, one of these is bound to be what you’re looking for. Some of these are also just random places that people know about. Talthor’s Shame

UNDERGROUND

How can I not include the best place in all the Underground? How would I dare not put it at the top of this list? I am so damn tempted to call it Q’s Bar instead, but he gets mad if we call it that, so we only call it that when he’s not around. He doesn’t own the bar apparently, but as far as most of us are concerned he does. If you need neutral ground, want to find Freelance work or just want a drink or dinner, come hang out with us!

Meow
-NightReaper

No heavy weapons, No open commlinks, no drones, no Quredit, no fucking mag shennanigans and no refunds. Tips appreciated.
-LittleRed

Reshi’s Rapid Repairs

DOWNTOWN

Anything vehicular in nature is what Reshi does. Had my car tweaked by him. Did some real nice work on it. The front may look like a junkyard, but some of those vehicles actually still work or were repaired by him. Recently got a forklift, so I suspect he’ll be moving up in the world, more than just literally. DoQ’s

UNDERGROUND

Medical care is expensive as all hell. So much so that its practically non-existent in the Underground. Anything not crazy sketchy anyway. DoQ has moved in a while ago, and he’s quickly established himself the local doc for the layer. He still needs the qureds though and medical equipment isn't cheap, so you’ll still be paying a good deal for any services, but at least you stand a chance of affording it unlike any place upstairs. The Maw

DOWNTOWN

You need any of the good colourful stuff? You find Fangster and his guys. They have a place in Downtown they work out of, but they also have pretty good bikes that let em deliver to many places around town.

So this was SUPPOSED to be a handful of pages for you to get to know the city a little since you're an offworlder. I give it to ONE person, and now it looks like a series of Chekkit threads stitched together. Like, fuck, even the Admin got in here, and I have no idea how to feel about that. I bet 3 rounds of drinks that the damn thing is going to get put on an actual forum by next month.
-W

Whoops
-Scribe

Type

Guide, Survival

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